[Open!]

[deadlydoctor]

WHO: Open to everyone if you want to interact with Knock Out but there's one private thread for Dead End and Rung
WHERE: The medbay, Solus Temple
WHEN: Anytime
WHAT: Knock Out's is working for once, if you ask him he will say its only to please his sexy lady FirstForged. He's checking on patients, treating your muse if he/she is the one injured, practicing an autopsy on one of the giant bugs (thanks Fracas for that).....the usual for a docbot.
WARNINGS: Snark, gossiping, sassy Cons at work...I will update if needed.

[The sooner he sets his own medbay the better, Knock Out thought, checking a datapad and looking around. However, Solus banned him from steali...borrowing the tools from the actual medbay, and he had to work there for the time being. There were way too many Autobots around for his own comfort. He would admit that not all of them were bad but trying to work with Ratchet being Ratchet was anything but easy. And watching Ambulon walk around with his paintjob falling apart made Knock Out's skin crawl. One day he will do something drastic about that. First Aid was easy to deal with, at least.

Knock Out was wondering why most of those tools had chew marks on them and made a mental now about asking ravage later. With his drill. The doctor sighed and moved on to the next patient.]

Comments

[dinnerdate]

It was less of that and more, the Autobots will have a harder time finding him if he's not in his original room. Especially Smokescreen.

"Nothing that can't be fixed? I kissed him! You can't fix that..." Not with mechs like Rung. Things would never be exactly like they were before he went and kissed him.

Life didn't work that way.

The order causes the Decepticon to vent a sigh, readjusting himself as instructed to allow Knock Out to work.

"A lot bad could happen."

[deadlydoctor]

Dead End you should share your dislike for the rookie autobot with Knock Out. He wants to offline the bot as well.

"Depends. Are you that much of a bad kisser? Practice makes perfect, Deads." Clearly knock Out didn't see, or care, what was the big deal.

"A lot bad could happen always..." The red mech lowers his voice, looking more serious as he works. "I know that very well."

[dinnerdate]

He's not so sure about offlining, that would require fighting, he just doesn't like the bot.

"I," he's taken aback at the question, blinking as he looks at the Medic. Sure his mouth was different, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to kiss. "No, I... I've kissed a lot of bots in my life, I don't need practice. That wasn't what I meant."

The Stunticon shudders faintly, optics dimming some.

"He doesn't need someone like me."

[deadlydoctor]

Actually, it might only require a well thrown, huge, rock to the head.

"A a lot of bots, uh?" Knock Out looked up for a second to give him a smirk, eyebrows up. "Who would have guessed. Good for you." Once he was done working on the joint's arm Knock Out put the gun away and crossed his arms.

"No one needs Decepticosn like us, Dead End. But sometiems Decepticons just happen."

[dinnerdate]

He's fine not murdering anyone yet, thanks.

"I didn't- It was a long time ago, can we not talk about this." Ever. Things before the war wasn't something he really talked about to people, not in detail. And he wasn't about to start. Especially not to Knock Out, and not about his flirty attitude he had back then.

"He'd be better off without me. Safer too."